2014 sucked.
In a matter of three months, my life unraveled. I was fired from my job for looking up porn at work. I was kicked out of my Master's program. My wife and I separated. I became mentally crippled by obsessive-compulsive disorder, unable to shower or eat. I attacked my family, and the police were called on me, so I fled the state. I came seriously close to renouncing my US citizenship and becoming an African for the rest of my life - which wasn't going to be long, because I was looking for the first opportunity to die.
And if that doesn't pique your interest, that's okay. Really, I'd rather you just passed on this book. It's not really uplifting, and it's not even the best book I ever wrote. If you want to read a really great book at an affordable price instead, check out I am Danger; I am Prisoner. It's well worth your time.
But not this book. I hate that this one even happened. If that seems cynical, it's because it is. You'd be cynical too if you lived it.
And it all started with one Google search.